Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.